Everything Moves

I blow kisses to airplanes in the sky that look like they could use some color. When you realize that everything you need fits in an overhead storage bin, you wonder why you need anything at all. What’s the difference between doing this for now and doing this forever? The world is so small, I hold it in the palm of my hand and perform a peaceful meditation amidst all the blue and green that swirls beneath my fingertips. I love you, it’s as simple as that. It’s portable, like myself, like my mind, like the passing of emotions, of days, of lives. Planes leave traces in the sky, it’s all chemicals. We cross paths, we could never know.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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